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He took my breath away in that this-guy-is-bad-news-guard-your-virtue kind of way.
Full lips? Check. Penetrating stare? Check. Chiseled jawline? Check. Vampire, able to kill me with the flick of his wrist? Check.
“Wait,” I said. “I thought you were into girls.” I locked my gaze on Moira. Moira nodded. “I am.” “But you’re out with this guy all night?” “I’m an equal opportunity companion. Have you taken a good look at him?”
“Apparently, your milkshake brings all the supernatural boys to the yard, Sunday. But which one gets the cherry?” “None of them.”
We’d been trained to protect ourselves from hearing things we didn’t want to know, a warning from our father that privacy was a gift and we were not to squander it.
Our parents and their love story are a bit legendary where I come from. My father ensured we were well equipped to live up to the rumors he and my mother inspired. He’s a notoriously swoony motherfucker. I learned from the best.”
His mouth opened to protest, but no sound came out. “And why don’t you keep quiet while you’re at it?” The laugh escaped me involuntarily, prompting a withering glare from Kingston. “Alek, let him talk. It’s all he has.”
holding my gaze, he slowly tipped his chin up, baring his throat to me in submission. My heart fluttered, frantic and wild. He’d submitted. Wait. He’d submitted? Holy shit. “Only for you, Sunday.” His words were breathy, as though this had cost him everything.
“I’m about the furthest thing from a man of God you might find, I’m afraid,” I said, stepping out into the soft moonlight.
“Sunday,” I said with a sigh, “what you don’t realize is it doesn’t matter. I chose you. That’s it for me. You might have other mates, but I am yours. Wherever you go from here, I’ll follow. I’m not going to run from it.”
Sunday glanced between us and shivered dramatically. “Brrr, is it chilly in here, or is that just more alpha male posturing I’m picking up on?”
“Bibbity bobbity boo, bitch.”
“Wow. That’s . . . a weapon?” “Darling, everything’s a weapon if you use it right. Just ask Alek.”
You are that man’s sun, and yet you refuse him any of your warmth. Shine for him,
See what happens when you give a dying man hope like you give me hope.”
